#Chapter40

He pulled me into his arms gently, holding my back at the very bottom, conveniently avoiding my scars. They were now covered with tattoos, but regardless I had the urge to shiver each time someone touched them.

“You seem a litter frightened” he admitted, his voice smooth, calming. Maybe it was just because he stood so close, but I could feel his presence lingering around me, making it hard to notice anything but him. I felt like I’m drowning in his aura, as he was afraid I could disappear any moment he would let go or tighten his grasp too much.

“I’m not that attractive when I’m frightened…” I...